What does pretty mean to you?

Make-up, expensive shoes, perfect hair, clear skin?

How do you feel when you look in the mirror without make up?

Do you feel insecure, ugly? Are you disgusted with yourself to go out looking like "that"?

Are you afraid that if you walk out that door, you enter the store or the school, are you going to be teased? Are you going to be made fun of? Are you going to be beat down by the plastics, listening to them going on about how you look like trash?

Then reality hits you. You're still looking at yourself. A sinking feeling builds up in your stomach and you feel the need to cover yourself.

You reach for the make up bag, you're about to open it. Someone stops you. It's that little voice in your head saying, "You're perfect the way you are. Why are you afraid to show your beauty?"

Who is that voice?

It's me. It's anyone who truly loves you. And they're there. Even if you don't hear it. You feel better, as if weights were lifted from your shoulders.

Then comes the other voice. "What are you doing?" It tells you to cover up, that you should be ashamed of yourself. You think that it's the plastics, but it's not.

It's you.

The plastics put an idea in your head and then, bam! It's all you ever think about.

You feel the need to cover up again. "I'm fat," You think. "Ugly."

But you aren't. You are beautiful.

You are a super model.

What does pretty mean to you?

Make-up, expensive shoes, perfect hair, clear skin.

Right?

Wrong.

What's pretty?

You.